My vagina made me do it.

So this dude offered to take me to the dress rehearsal for SNL last weekend, to be followed by fondue at Artisanal. He already wins.

My magical evening began at 30 Rock. He’s someone somewhat fancy, so we didn’t have to wait in line. He gave his name, and some chick came to get us. We got seats right in front of the stage that the musical guests perform on.

I have to say, he’s pretty funny, humor injected with a slight bitterness. I can relate, since I spent the entirety of my 20’s as bitter as uncooked broccoli rabe slathered in orange peel and basted in ear wax.

Anyway, this date was totally clouded by my wonder and excitement of seeing how SNL works. It was an amazing experience. The set changes flow like a well-oiled machine.

I totally want to be a boom mic operator now, by the way.

I wan’t impressed by Ashton Kutcher in the dress rehearsal, but he made up for it during the actual performance. In the ‘Fistfight in the Parking Lot’ sketch, Dave Grohl’s mic went out, and Ashton was on it. I was impressed.

Anyway, we grabbed a cab and headed for the cheese, which was amazing. Hard to believe I’d never been there, considering cheese is my religion. We chatted. It was lovely. Then we walked to the subway and went our separate ways.

Someday, love will find you.

Break those chains that bind you.

Ok. I’m stopping.

You know I still love you,

Though we touched and went our separate ways!

I lied! Nothing can stop Journey! Nothing!